The Dear Hunter Rebirth

A sinister slide resounds

From the fountainhead found

When fortune aligned

The roots that ripped had run too deep

Left to dig in the weeds

And climb up the vine

Your mind is only echoing

What your heart wouldn’t say

I’ll be me, in time

The Dear Hunter This Beautiful Life

One foot, then the other

Such embarrassment

It wasn’t meant that

I, I should discover

Such offensive things

The suffering sends

Hope to the ground

But I really never had enough

They’ve got pride in him

This tide turns lives over

A back-town prophecy

Adorned in stony skin

We never ever (never ever)

Ever had to lie to move ahead

But here in oblivion

We cling to what we can

So in the end (in the end)

We can say that with these hands

We took it all back

It all back

So let us force a smile

And pretend that we’re alive

Oh, but somewhere

None of this happened

The bullets removed themselves

Life is beautiful

I have a home above the lake where I could

Forget the words

To the songs that we’ve heard

The passages read

All the names in a world

That have brought us this pain

From the wounds we’ve sustained

A cold calloused heart

Sitting still in this cave of a chest

So abandon a life from before

A boy and his innocence…

The Dear Hunter The Right Wrong

In the dead of night, I’m held in a gaze

My heart has a habit of shedding light on my numerous mistakes

And they wear me down allied with the ghosts of pain that keep me awake

Oh, the past can paralyze if you ponder the paths you didn’t take

With the chance to go back and amend every grievance

How could I resist preventing my demons

From ever existing and making a mess

Of the life that I could have had

Would I return to you

To the love I knew

Or would I have undone

All the good that gives misery meaning

And where could you have gone

The only right I had wronged

Lost in the chapters we changed

Oh despite all my skeletons, I see

All is as all should be

Still it’s hard not to imagine

How different our lives would be if given the chance

To fix every failure, to rewrite the canon

What character would I be if my conscience was clean

What would become of me

Would I return to you

To the love I knew

Or would I have undone

All the good that gives misery meaning

And where could you have gone

The only right I had wronged

Lost in the chapters we changed

Oh despite all my skeletons, you see me

With the chance to go back and amend every grievance

How could I resist preventing my demons

From ever existing and making a mess

Of the life that I could have had

Would I return to you

To the love I knew

Or would I have undone

All the good that gives misery meaning

And where could you have gone

The only right I had wronged

Lost in the chapters we changed

Oh despite all my skeletons, I see

All is as all should be

The Dear Hunter The Bitter Suite I & II: Meeting Ms. Leading/Through The Dime

She had the summer’s smile with winter’s skin; she moved

A silhouette to serenade the soul

She spoke with words beyond me and slowly I pulled away

To receive a gesture implying an answer I didn’t have

So I then smiled

Responding, alarming

“Yes”

Her hands were the first that I’d ever felt; she breathed

Her lips hid her tongue from the world; she danced

To the doors, endearing, she carried me

“What’s your name?” conceding “Ms. Leading”

She kindly suggests

To her room

To rest my head

So I responded, unalarming

Where’s her heart, where’s her heart?

Mimicking the matriarch

He’s naive; blissfully

Ignorant and trusting but now

Where’s her heart, where’s her heart?

Mimicking the matriarch

He’s naive; blissfully

Ignorant and trusting but now

(Step right in!) Let her hips guide your desire

Hey, kid, get a job

Hey, kid, get a job

(They have ways!) To satisfy, satisfy what you require

Touch, taste, feel

Two times, the dime

But the perks are more than price and the guarantee is clean

(We know what the men all want) And they know it isn’t free

Her history is left behind

The ignorance has room to breathe

They play a part and act a scene

The prejudice and the guilty

(Take a chair!) You’re not alone, the beds your home tonight

Hey, kid, get a job

Hey, kid, get a job

(Wait right there!) We’ll magnify and maximize your inner fire

Touch, taste, feel

Two times, the dime

Cause if you boys are nice, the ladies here are clean

(We know what the men all want) And they know it isn’t free

Her history is left behind

The ignorance has room to breathe

They play a part and act a scene

The prejudice and the guilty

The Dear Hunter The Old Haunt

Hints of a higher hand lost on the somme

Past deeds would never lead the mischief to a christening and

Gears twist and grind away spur to speed

While echoed silhouettes deliver to an early dream

Held out of love but gripped to tight

A breath left hanging in the air

You want to leave your home

But you don’t want to lose control

And there’s far too many ways to die

Far too many ways to die

You want to keep your soul

Above the ocean floor

But there’s far too many waves to try

Far too many ways to die

Take a tip from me I swear I’ve seen it all before

The fear of what could be

Will keep you from wanting more

Held out of love

But gripped too tight

Left up, hung In the air

You want to leave your home

But you don’t want to lose control

And there’s far too many ways to die

Far too many ways to die

You want to keep your soul

Above the ocean floor

But there’s far too many waves to try

Far too many ways to die

Never could we keep these things from happening

Never found a way to keep the love in me

Took too long to speak, and never stop to breathe, to breathe

We read the risks hand in hand

A ruined rest but now we wake up

We cut our teeth on foreign plans

Then cursed the air, but now we wake up

Wake up…

The Dear Hunter The Bitter Suite III: Embrace

Darkness, hesitation

I fell into her arms

Breathe in, this is amazing

Breathe out, this is amazing

She removed her clothes and all of the world shined

Now that we’re alone all of the world shines

First hot breath, then cold hands

Intrusion, but aware

The fire inside was all light and she bloomed

And I never knew life could ever be this good

The distant sighs, the clothes on the floor

The bedding a mess, she sings for more

We fall beneath the sea in the back of our hearts and fail to breathe until we resurface again

She had the summer’s smile with winter’s skin

And all along with words beyond me she welcomed me in

We fall beneath the sea in the back of our hearts and fail to breathe until we resurface again

The Dear Hunter Mr. Usher

The shutters close when he’s around

The children shut their eyes in fear of what they must surmise

When all the gentlemen hang their heads down, down, down

Yeah Mr. Usher’s on his way to town

He keeps his sights set straight and true

His idle hands wont flit or flutter

Never does he slip or stutter

Still his mind is menacing away

Yeah Mr. Usher’s on the prowl today

He needn’t dirty up his hands

He’ll twist your heart until you’re manic

Lost in endless streams of panic

Pray you’re not the one he finds

If Mr. Usher’s got you on his mind

Any time a plan will get a bit off track

He’s the only one who can bring it back

The main manipulator yeah the wolf who leads the pack

You better lock your doors and shut your windows tight

Pull the shades down and turn off the lights

Always be the hand that meets the teeth that bite

Because if he has no use for you

He’ll take you to the river

Take you to the river

He’ll have you hanging by a string

Or noose if he prefers you perish

All your dreams become nightmarish

If you block his path or plan

Yeah Mr. Usher always gets his man

Yeah Mr. Usher always gets his man

Yeah Mr. Usher always gets his man

The Dear Hunter The Revival

It took a little longer than we hoped,

But it was worth it.

You know, it takes a village to raise a scheme;

To patch the holes of a mausoleum.

Well, we’re packing in the patronage

Like it’s a lotto, and everybody wins.

Now take a seat so the show can start,

And will you welcome these works of art…

Isn’t she beautiful? No?

Maybe another one here could entertain… Yes?

We swear that every minute’s worth the wait.

Hey! It’s a cry you can’t contain;

A release you couldn’t estimate,

And the secret’s safe as long as you pay.

It’s so good to be so bad.

You can leave it when you walk away,

And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it.

Last call for the Sunday squaws,

And there’s no room left for the hem and haw.

We’ll give a gift long overdue

And make a sultan out of you.

That’s right; any troglodyte

Can have a life in the party as a socialite,

Or if you’re looking to efface,

You can retire without a trace…

Don’t you bother with doubt.

Hey! It’s a cry you can’t contain;

A release you couldn’t estimate,

But the secret’s safe as long as you pay.

It’s so good to be so bad!

You can leave it when you walk away,

And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it.

Another candidate for giving her bruises.

Another night that she’ll dissociate.

Another man who thinks the rules don’t apply to him.

Long was this road I’ve wandered,

But short did my temperance live.

Here I’ve helped him build a temple

To deify this czar of sin.

Now who to blame, but I for tying

These knots so well at my wrists.

The noose would surely find me

If I’m too wily… but what of the life I’d live?

The sale of a soul that falls

As foolish as young Esau…

It’s better if I withdraw.

Hey! It’s a cry you can’t contain;

A release you couldn’t estimate,

But the secret’s safe as long as you pay.

It’s so good to be so bad!

You can leave it when you walk away,

And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it.

The Dear Hunter Regress

Regress

In spells of unconsciousness

Slave to the seeds you’ve sown

Lost in the leaves

So, we’ll depart

Goodbye to your stubborn heart

Now you’re alone

Find relief that the end comes swiftly for you

The Dear Hunter Tripping In Triplets

There must be something that keeps me awake

Or some kind of pill I can take

To break these bad habits

I would lie if I said that this didn’t get tough

Two left feet on the floor in a Waltz

At an odd tempo

Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?

A curious puzzle still cursing me

To follow or lead

You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt

I can’t tell just which option is worse

Dying pure or aware

So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats

Too far off for my ears to reach

Just a hint of timing

Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?

A curious puzzle still cursing me

To follow or lead

And I don’t know where I’m going

Cause I can’t see the road, oh it’s winding

Just as long as I keep breathing

I’ve got this uncomfortable feeling

Heavy feet, shaky hands, troubled heart